#implied expecting

A silent and somewhat chilled night found her sitting upon their shared balcony again, cocooned for warmth in order to admire the lights that illuminated the evening. Paris was always a splendor to behold in the morning and long after the sun faded into the horizon.

The illusion such marvel cast to conceal the rotten underbelly really did amaze her sometimes.

And for how many people continued to fall for it…

The smile upon her tinted lips was briefly parted as she sighed, reveling in the sirens filling the night as she sunk further into her wonderful nest. She could just hear the news drift into her ears from the living room, Mme. Chamack just as frantic as the many reports proceeding tonight’s. How she wished she could be there in person and alongside him as usual, but he couldn’t. Magic or not, this was a delicate time. It was unfortunate she couldn’t share such momentous occasion happily with her parents.

Blinking at the thump behind her, she closed her eyes and hummed in delight, putting the melding scent of cologne-tinged sweat and sharp cooper tang, trusting him not to get his bloodied claws on too much of her blankets. His chest vibrated as he purred deeply, his face nuzzling the crown of her head and she caught him inhaling, trying to take in her scent just as she took in his.

“How was your visit?” she whispered, pressing her cheek against his arm. “Was he happy? Did his heart race?”

“Oh, ma chérie, I wish you could’ve heard it. It’s always fun to see that stony expression show even the barest hint of fear,” he growled, a fang grazing her ear. “And you… how did it go with your parents?”

“Mmm, they did their best to maintain their smiles, but they’re much easier to read than your father.”

Opening her eyes, the black was even darker around her glowing lavender irises, and her smile grew.

“I think… they’re still a little concerned about our choices. I know they tried to seek out Master Fu with Alya again.”

“But he’s been gone for years. Gosh, they should be proud of their daughter becoming a purrmenant savior of Paris!” She didn’t struggle as he picked her up and joined her within her nest – their nest. His stained white suit was getting blood everywhere, but she would just have to make him clean it up later. “They should be even happier now that this…”

 His brought a claw to her abdomen just beginning to protrude beneath her dark spotted suit. His own violet hued eyes glimmered.

 “… after everything. Finally, but too bad no one else seems to understand.”

 “How can they?” she murmured, settling herself against his chest. “This is our happiness now, minou…”

 His lips touched her temple before his arms wrapped all the more protectively around her.